A new beginning

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 06-07-2013, 07:58 PM by Epiphron.)

Epiphron stood patiently, shifting from one paw to the other. Her journey had been so hurried and so focused that she'd hardly noticed how much of the fluffy white substance had accumulated since winter's beginning. Blue gaze lingered on her paws for a moment longer before she glanced out, examining the lands before her. It was all so different than Valhalla, than her home, and yet similar somehow. She could get used to this, however strange it might be at first. The flatness of the lands were unassuming, comforting to her somehow, even as she stood there and began to wonder if Maverick would arrive, and what his reaction might be.

The man's arrival was prompt. She spotted him from a distance, his russet coat contrasting sharply with the freshly fallen snow. He looked far older than he had at their last meeting, though it had been just a few months prior. No, more than a few -- she hadn't seen him since summer. The mere sight of her made her breath catch in her throat. As he drew nearer, she grew anxious at the site of him -- for she wanted so badly to barrel forward and embrace him, but he seemed less than impressed to see her. Not unimpressed, exactly, but confused. Withdrawn. As she should have expected.

"Maverick," she spoke breathlessly, tail flicking idly behind her form, lowered to nearly curl between her legs. She was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to his words. Maverick seemed different -- so unlike the man she'd grown to love. But did she blame him for being contained in her presence? No. She'd done the same, at their last meeting. But this time was different.

"I've come here in Chrysanthe's place." Her words were blurted out suddenly, almost hurriedly. "I've stepped down as Valhalla's Alpha, to marry you." Though she had spoke of it to some as though she'd done some great, virtuous deed, the noble sister stepping down, giving her sibling the the position she so desired (and had rightfully earned, as far as Epiphron was concerned) -- but Epiphron knew that, deep inside, she had done nothing virtuous. What this was really about was what she wanted the most. And there was no doubt in her mind that Maverick was her deepest desire. She spoke simply, unable to contain the emotion that had begun to leak into her tones. Joy. Insecurity. Wondering how exactly he might react. "I just met your father, and he sent me to find you. To tell you the news."

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